Hot addendum: Robert Kilroy-Silk video special...

As a valuable supplementary piece to Edward Mantle's disembowelment of Leicester's finest racist orange fox, Hot Rant presents a mini-compendium of Kilroytastic moments.

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3) a clip from K-S's brilliantly mean spirited and short lived quiz show 'Shafted'


AC

The New Silk Route

Contributor Fish Stock returns with an assault on the very British disaster area Robert Kilroy-Silk.

Question:

Why is Robert Kilroy-Silk a twat?

Answer:

What do you mean you don’t know? Just look at his face. It’s really obvious...

In his defence I certainly don’t feel the same desire to puke on my cock every time I see/hear/read about him that I do when Morgan or Grylls are brought up. So think of this as less of a Hot Rant and more of a Warmed Tirade. But he is, as we shall see, a massive wanker.

One of my biggest gripes with him, apart from the colour of his skin [/racist], is his lack of any political stoicism. He was a university lecturer with somewhat respected and published work on socialism under his belt before becoming a labour MP, albeit an unpopular one with his backbenchers. I simply can’t understand how the man could manage to lose political direction so drastically in such a short space of time and go from this to this.

Seriously. UKIP. Really? The bizarre relationship that formed between Joan Collins, Kilroy-Silk and Gordon Brown look-a-like Roger Knapman made for brilliant headlines in the UK press at the time and provided no end of free publicity for the party – possibly why they managed to push the Conservatives into fourth place in Hartlepool prompting Kilroy-Silks calls for them to be “killed off”. Long and bland story short, it turns out that UKIP weren’t all he was hoping for so the silver-haired one defected to start his own party, Veritas, which he formed at that bastion of social equality – Hinckley Golf Club.

Obviously this couldn’t last and after leaving his role as a representative of “The Straight Talking Party” he began his current role which seems somewhat confused. Although he was elected to the European Parliament on the UKIP list and is still technically a member of Veritas he stood as an Independent MEP. His election campaign saw him quoted as saying he would spend little time at the European Parliament if elected. True to form he promptly buggered off to appear on Ant and Dicks I’m a celebrity... where he continued to receive his parliamentary wage while on the show.

However earlier this year it was announced that Kilroy-Silks name was not going to be on the list of candidates for election the EP meaning that as of 17th July when parliament reconvened he became technically unemployed. (I’m not sure if he was really very busy anyway, he hadn’t given any parliamentary speeches since 2005)

Not that he ever gets bored. If he’s not watching Everton at Goodison Park (a lifetime ticket holder - twat) he’s making ludicrously offensive comments... Discussing a rise in HIV infections in Britain in the Sunday Express he wrote “The indigenous population is not responsible.... It is the foreigners that we have to focus on.”

Not content on his berating “the foreigners” living in this country, KS finds it just as easy to criticise others around the world, specifically the Middle East:

Back in 1991 he wrote for the Daily Express that “The Muslims are backward and evil and if it is racist to say so... then racist I must be — and happy and proud, to be so.” This was just a sign of things to come as in 2004 the man published not once, but TWICE the same article, again in the Daily Express which contained the following, frankly mind-boggling, paragraph in which he discusses “the Arabs”:

“What do they think we feel about them? That we adore them for the way they murdered more than 3,000 civilians on 11 September 2001 and then danced in the hot, dusty streets to celebrate the murders? That we admire them for the cold-blooded killings in Mombasa, Yemen and elsewhere? That we admire them for being suicide bombers, limb-amputators, women repressors?”

Honestly. What was his brain doing when he typed those words? Was he having some sort of stroke? The man clearly has no desire for a quiet life. He even declared: "I don't do humble."

Actually, I think I take it back. I would like to puke on my cock after all. What a cunt. Fish Stock

Classic aggro from yesteryear...

...in which 90's funkateer and ex-Denise Van Outen's bit of rough Jay Kay (out of Jamiroquai) finds himself on the wrong end of a diminutive cab driver's thrusting pate, after acting like the world's biggest twat. COSMIC!

Please relax and soak in the joy of this remarkably little-seen clip. AC

Japanese Female Wrestling: Neo News

Tamura Yoshiko, NWA Women's Pacific and NEO-certified Qualified Singles champion

NEO seems to be moving along with their wrestling organization, even though Joshi in general seems to have taken a dip in popularity.

They have four wrestling events listed on their website as upcoming in August.
Two Summer Night Fire 09 events at Itabashi Green Hall (August 8th and 15th) , a NEO Show House at West Park General Gymnasium Hitachi Omiya, Ibaraki ( August 16th) and NEO STRONG HOLD IN JAPAN ( August 29th) at the Osaka Prefectural Sports Center Stadium.

The Roster includes...
Tamura Yoshiko, NWA Women's Pacific and NEO-certified Qualified Singles champion
Inoue Kyouko and Matsumoto Hiroyo NEO Tag Team champions
Mita Etsuko, who will be retiring in November
Tunney Mouse
Princess Miyazaki Tamotsu
Aya courage
Nagisa Nozaki
What NOZOMI
Nakamura Yuka
Shiina Yuka
Satoshi Misa
Matsuo Forever

Montage2

ello.
montage preparations are undergoing.

thankyou to everyone who have participated despite being busy.

the latest photos are uploaded onto photobucket, as usual.
and im uploading all the old old stuff too, another 400 plus pics i think.

hm, i do hope you people would browse thru and tell me which ones u think are nice and ought to be considered.

there are i think 3300 photos, so im bound to miss some moments!
do tell me which ones are preferred ok!



lets hope to make some last memories.

Hot Rant Health Bulletin: Intern Down

I hate to be the bearer of upsetting news. Like Tom Hanks in Philadelphia, he probably doesn't want everyone to know it, but as of yesterday afternoon, i can confirm that Owain Rhys-Mumford, our beautiful, lazy, 'having-a-job-is-more-important-than-working-for-us-for-free" intern has contracted that most brutal of scabular ailments, IMPETIGO. Sounds jolly doesn't it? WRONG. The affliction most commonly referred to as 'student leprosy' is a vile, socially-imparing shitstorm of infectious stickiness and not, as it might sound expounded in a jovial fashion, a television magician's catchphrase.

We senior journalists here at Hot Rant must implore all our readers to help Owain help himself by avoiding any contact with the boy, even at a distance, and stop him putting any pressure on his immune system by exerting any energy through socialising. This means calling him, emailing him, or even acknowledging his existance if passing him in the street.
Wolfpack may have temporarily lost it's wind, but by Mumford we will return with a gale. Dr. TH

Fight Video: Dany Bill vs Den Muangsurin

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tun73ZCRW_o

no images for this one folks

The Scandalous Adventures of Lord Byron - with Rupert Everett

I am currently watching the aforementioned program and will attempt to write a running commentary of lunacy that I am witnessing.

Everett begins by informing us that Byron was a bisexual pervert, who lost his virginity at nine. What is it with literary figures being colossal perverts? As my mind wanders, thinking about James Joyce's scatalogial fetish, I realise that Rupert is now talking to a prostitute in an Albanian restaurant.

Everett: "Who have the biggest penises?"
Hooker: "Probably Brazilians"
Everett: "HIGH FIVE!"

Ok, what the fuck has just happened? He has just high fived a prostitute about Brazilian men having the biggest penises. What does this have to do with Byron?

The show cuts to Everett riding a donkey covered in a massive bear skin. This seems more like it. He is accompanied by a similarly beclad 'Byron expert' and a lone Albanian donkey guide. They arrive at some kind of cottage and Rupert dresses up as Byron: "I look like a twat but I feel like a twat most of the time anyway" Finally some insightful analysis.

The scene cuts again and our two bear skin clad protagonists are surveying an Albanian castle. They walk by a coke machine and the 'expert' chimes in with a rare observation: "Obviously this is not exactly how the castle used to look." He's making his presence felt.

They walk under a decrepit gate covered in plastic bags full of rubbish. The 'expert' stays silent. maybe this is historically correct? Everett is entranced: "Listen you can hear the cattle bells! You could hear people coming for miles!" Presumably only if they are wearing cattle bells. But he's just getting started: "This is just like the Hollywood movies. This huge mammoth bisexual man with fingers covered in jewels fingering our poor lord Byron." He has officially lost me.

After some rather strange scenes, including Everett talking about Madonna on an Albanian chat show and discussing the merits of communism with some tracksuited kids, we find our host on a sail boat. He quotes Byron's quip that the British favor drinking and whoring whilst the Turks prefer sodomy and sherbet. "I'm quite looking forward to sodomy and sherbet. Sorry granny! sorry mum!" While you're at it Rupert you can apologise for the vest you're wearing as well.

Much talk of buggery shops and guys lap dancing follows, along with a genuinely funny quote from Byron which ends with him describing a naked bath attendant as a man who "never hesitates to lie on his back and entertain a man with his arsehole." Everett does not attempt this on camera.

Suddenly Rupert in the British embassy in Turkey. He literally charges straight towards the visitor's book, signs it frantically and then starts commenting on the size of the Queen's breasts. He wanders upstairs. "I think I'm going to have a bubble bath." I am now looking at Rupert Everett doing a strip tease down to his tighty whiteys, about to get in the bath. He's now in the bath. I am lost for words.

Freshly bathed Rupert goes to a diplomatic do and proceeds to tell the sodomy / sherbet anecdote again and again to incredibly lukewarm reactions from Turks and Brits alike.

After presumably being expelled from the embassy he turns his attention to swimming across the Bosphorus. "Better to die doing this than during a facelift." On balance I think he's probably right. He has roped in some poor Turkish boys into doing it with him. He is swimming in just his tighty whities. He gives up half way.

Undaunted by his failure Everett begins to wax lyrical about Byron's trip to Athens. "The idea of arriving in Athens, the centre of ancient Greece must have been like an acid trip." On balance I think this is complete bollocks. Suddenly we are witnessing a puppet show of a man getting raped by his own penis, engineered by genie. This is like a real life version of a film that Ashley wrote with a friend in year nine called Volcanus. I will let him elaborate in the comments if he wants.

Rupert's back on form. He's standing on a balcony, looking at a picturesque monastery. "I can't think of a nicer place for full intercourse to take place. it's absolutely lovely." This was presumably not what the architect had in mind. It must have been tough on the monks.

I think we're nearing the end. We're in an old mansion house with its owner and Everett is doing some investigative reporting.

R: "Do you have any of Byron's pubic hair?"
Owner: "One of my ancestors burnt it."

Safe grandad. I have so many questions now. But mainly THIS ONE.

This is definitely ending now. Rupert informs us that next week he will be "diving to the depths of pussy-hungry depravity." Tune in. I will. FC

Elvis Sighting In Greenville, Maine

My husband Mike is turning 50 this week!!! He is pretty tough to surprise and my son Adam and I thought we'd plan something special for this milestone in his life. After almost 29 years of marriage, it's hard to be sneaky...

When he had turned 30, we were living near a round barn and we decorated the roof of the barn with a huge sign announcing "Mike is turning the big 30". We also had the owner of one of his favorite restaurants - Big G's, put "Mike D. is turning 30 - wish him a Happy Birthday!", on his road sign on Benton Avenue in Winslow. A good friend of his was also turning 30 later that year and his wife and I decided to rent a limo in honor of their birthdays. We went out to dinner and then as we came out of the restaurant, they were greeted by a limo driver who opened up the limo door and said, "Your limo is waiting". They laughed, thinking that we had paid the driver to say this but were stunned when we said that we had truly rented it for the next three hours. We had a cooler with their favorite beverages inside and a rented movie. We only drove about 40 minutes away to Gardner, Maine and back but the ride was really fun. They were surprised with this gift but thrilled!

When Mike turned 40, I had a surprise party for him at another favorite restaurant, The Pointe Afta, also in Winslow. All of our friends and families showed up and surprised him for appetizers and drinks. They all brought joke gifts suitable for someone now "Over The Hill" - shirts and gadgets with Old Fart printed on them, Geritol, and even a pin cushion doll where you could select different aches & pains - age appropriate...

Now Mike is turning 50 and he had already mentioned way back in June, suspecting that I wouldn't let this special birthday go unnoticed, that he didn't want any kind of birthday party this time and actually didn't want me to do anything at all. Of course we couldn't let this special birthday go by without any kind of hoopla....

Knowing that he has always wanted to rent a camp in northern Maine, I mentioned it to Adam and he went on line to search for camps in the Greenville area and found one that was very reasonably priced for the weekend. It was an older camp and privately owned. Adam contacted the owner and made the reservation. I had to make up a story to get out of the house on Thursday to meet Adam and buy the groceries needed for the weekend getaway.

We didn't tell Mike anything about our plans, even when he started getting suspicious a couple of days ago, thinking that we were up to something. Even my daughter Amanda kept the secret. Adam borrowed his truck a few hours before we were planning on leaving to load coolers, wood, and the canoe. When he and his wife Amber showed up with our grand dog Ella, we hit the road. Only then did we tell him that we were going to Greenville for the weekend. He was pleasantly surprised and quite relieved.

It had been raining all week, as it has for most of the summer so far, and we were hoping for good weather. It rained on and off all the way to Greenville, but as soon as we got there, it stopped. The camp we rented was on a dirt road off a couple of main roads. It was past the point where the electricity ran and it was powered by propane gas. It was an older camp but quaint. Ella was immediately thrilled that it overlooked Wilson Pond and ran right down and jumped in.

The sun came out yesterday morning and after a short hide and seek game, stayed out for the rest of the day. Adam had bought Mike his hunting/fishing license for a gift and the two of them went out in the canoe in the afternoon to try their luck. No fish were caught - I'm told that they weren't big enough yet so they left them in the pond... It was so relaxing and Ella was thrilled to have all of us there with her. She kept jumping in and out of the pond and running through the woods all day long.

The funniest part of the weekend occurred yesterday while we were sitting on the deck having lunch. My daughter Amanda is the biggest Elvis fan that I know. She was seated across from Ella in the pictured Elvis camp chair that has a huge head of Elvis on the back and Love Me Tender printed on the seat. She had just gotten up from the chair when all of a sudden, Ella started to make a low growling sound.

We had heard a story from the owner about previous renters having a bear come into the screened in porch during the night and wondered if the bear had returned. Ella kept up the growling and started going in the direction of the chair. We figured that an animal was sitting just inside the woods behind, directly lined up with the chair. Ella made her way over to the chair and started sniffing and looking at one side of the chair and then the other, still growling. After a minute, she went back and laid down. It was then that we realized that Ella was actually growling at Elvis and trying to figure out if it was a person or not because of the huge head. We couldn't stop laughing. What do you know; someone who didn't know who Elvis Presley was!!!

We had a lot of laughs, the sun came out, and Mike had a great birthday weekend! What will we do for his 60th????

Congratulations

Congrats to the York students who took part in Siam no. 1's challenging Blue grading:
Kevin, Leo, Kari, Arash and Mike
Also congratulations to G from XC


Ajahn Suchart and Kru Jen

The grading is a challenging test of physical fitness, basic Muay Thai technique and basic Thai culture. We expect great things from our new batch of advanced students.

Shane Campbell Highlight

A cool video of Shane Campbell, one of Canada's world champions and rising stars.

Watch: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KjgZdUQdKQc

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decorating his cake (:

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Kana Wrestling Chihiro Oikawa

Since Kana seems to be so popular, here is another video from YouTube of Kana this time wrestling Chihiro Oikawa.
It was posted on YouTube by kapengmabula.
Like several others I have mentioned here, kapengmabula has a lot of good Joshi matches posted, and you can see them all here.

This is part one of the match.....



Kana has been around for awhile, making her pro wrestling debut in June, 2004.
Chihiro Oikawa is BattleArts' first ever joshi wrestler and she has a MMA record of 1-1-0.
BattleArts is a shoot style promotion that is a cross between MMA and mat based wrestling.
And in BattleArts, there are no pins, just submission or knockout based outcomes.

Montage

As we all know, te end of the yr is coming.
graduation. and class montage.

we've got a deadline to meet.

somewhere in the time of august, a submission to make.

We need labour. factors of production.
ok, cut stories short,
we have some 3000 odd photos lying around on photobucket.
will be needing everyone to help sift through & find the memorable shots.

ok, its also been decided that we may be lacking some photos,
so next week we'll be having time for discussions, and perhaps getting some of the shots. cammera's always with me :D

shots may include.
informal ones with teachers.
FULL class photos.
maybe do nice formations if we have time.

and perhaps 3 lian pai for everyone then. xOxO

mm. suggestions suggestions and stuff, do write them down here.

i think jm is sending out a lengthier email, so keep the eyes peeled.

Micro-rant of the day

Drugs are bad...but they're made much funnier with an ironically detached and amused Kiwi voiceover laid over the top.

Proper ranting here from Down Under. 0:30 for serious comedy gold. AC

Travelling: The Inevitable Conversation

Hot on the heels of Edward Mantle's second delivery of hot rage, Jack Collins returns to regale us with a story about how shit a time he is having traveling the world for six months. Or something like that.

I have now been traveling the globe for the past three months, and everyday for the past three months I have had the same fucking conversation at least ten times. It's inevitable. Nobody wants to have this conversation. It just happens. I do it myself; and every time I feel the words shitting out of my mouth, I get a little bit more pissed off that I sound fucking more like fucking Cilla Black. My life is a constant meet and greet, cut from the same mould as Blind Date. "What's your name and where do you come from?" To be honest, I don't care what the answer is. Within two seconds I will have forgotten it completely and your bearded, gappy face will have melted and merged with the other bearded, gappy faces I have already had the displeasure of encountering.



It has even got to the point where I hate the sound of my own travel plans. If I hear myself say the words, "I'm gonna drive up through California to Portland and then swing down to Colorado" again, I'm going to swing for the nearest person who has just asked me what I'm doing next. And what the fuck does "swing" even mean? Am I going to leap between the trees whilst hanging from vines like that "Show Me the Beef" kid did in the latest joke of an Indiana Jones movie? No. Just no.



Even once you have spent enough time with a person that you can move past the whos and wheres, the conversation will almost certainly descend into the abyss of travelers' verbal diahorrea that is- kids TV. Does anybody honestly remember that Knightmare was essentially just a very suspect man, inviting young children into his dungeon and asking them to play with his helmet?



The show was essentially just a shitter version of your favourite RPG on your Amiga, and it was also accompanied by the irksome soundtrack of little scrotes shouting out the lyrics to the latest dance-craze-party-song, "Sidestep left, walk forward, take a small step to your right, pick up the key".

The other day we finally had a heated/drunken debate with another girl about the implications of the potential assassination of Barack Obama. A wonderful occurrence, which also provided the opportunity for me to utter the words "Don't be a twat!" to the girl (who I'd known for just one afternoon) when she was essentially being a twat and trying her hand at being very patronising. Sweet relief. Please send me more douche-bags I can argue with and save me from the niceties. Jack Collins

Piers Morgan

Lock up your sub-editors! Our reliably vitriolic contributor Fish Stock returns today with an evisceration of a man with no morals, no class and no chin...

Question:

Why is Piers Morgan a wanker?

Answer:

First of all his name is actually Piers Stefan Pughe-Morgan. Surely anyone who has the audacity not to change their name more to something more responsible is a wanker…

It’s hard to know where to start when it comes to this truly risible figure. In my (obviously very worthy) opinion, he represents precisely 50% of what is wrong with British journalism over the past fifteen years. (The other 50% being found somewhere between here and here and definitely here)

Morgan edited the News Of The World for just one year before he undertook his decade long tenure at The Daily Mirror. During his time at both he was responsible for any number of fantastically offensive leaders. His front pages were iconic, but arguably for the wrong reasons: Sensationalist doesn’t begin to describe them.

His orchestration of the papers’ coverage was incessant and invasive; often dragging stories about the likes of Dunblane, Ian Huntley and Sarah Payne out over many months, continually harassing witnesses and the families involved for a sound bite under the guise of reclaiming Britain’s moral compass on behalf of the people.

Well here’s a soundbite for you Piers. Fuck off. If I ever need lessons in morality and ethics from an odious little creature who manages to package all the inhuman qualities you should so guiltily embellish on your CV into a physical form, then I’ll come straight to you. But you could be waiting a long time. If there’s one thing my parents taught me, it’s this: Don’t be a cunt.

Alas his papers sold and continued to do so. Even more so after he, in 2002, decided to do away with the Daily Mirror’s traditional ‘red top’ in favour of the high-brow black banner. It was an attempt to rebrand the Mirror as a serious paper, to take it above and beyond – to the next level. Of that period, he says “It was the great tabloid decade”.... Cunt.

One of my favourite “Morgan Moments” as they shall hereafter be known was his getting punched by the also dubious, albeit substantially less so, Jeremy Clarkson at the British Press Awards ceremony about 4 years ago. Clarkson didn’t stop at one punch, delivering three rather satisfying haymakers allegedly in revenge for The Mirror's coverage of his personal life.

Private Eye, of which HIGNFY captain, Ian Hislop is currently editor, routinely refers to Morgan as “Piers Moron”, sometimes extending him the courtesy of ‘Piers “Morgan” Moron’ and even more recently, “Rent a Gob”, in reference to his ever more frequent appearances on talentless shows like Poptards: The Remedials and America’s Next Top Cunt.

He sheepishly faced MPs' questions about the publication of photographs allegedly showing abuse of prisoners by British soldiers in Iraq. He cynically stood by the decision to send to print despite doubts over the pictures' authenticity, and refused to reveal his sources, even when the photographs proved to be fake citing reporters privilege.

Perhaps the series of stories he is most famed for are his “run-ins” with the royal family (and Paul Burrell), one of which spawned the masterful headline: "Harry's had an accident but we're not allowed to tell you." Which was printed over rumours Prince Harry had got a bit slicey slicey on his arms.

Of his apparently happy and stable childhood Morgan jokes: “I've tried to come up with some clouds, make one of those misery documentaries. I said to my dad, ‘Can't we come up with some beatings, say you stubbed out some cigarettes on me? We could make some money, shift half a million books’.” Hilarious you may think, but I truly doubt such self-serving cynicism is below him.

There was a fantastic albeit depressing comment about him, which I found a year ago on that last great bastion of free-speech, Youtube. It read: “He may be a wanker, but he wanks all the way to the bank". Too true. Fish Stock

11 Year old Girl Working the Bag- Video

If you know anything about Muaythai in Thailand, then you'll know that children often start training for full professional fights at a very young age. The way they train is reflected in the level of technique and poise they possess in comparison to foreigners who take more time to develop their skills.



Here's a small clip of an 11 year old Thai girl working the bag. I thought it was cool to see the intensity and aggression she's putting into her bag work.

Watch: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94g5DP1fiA0

Hot Guilt

I've been pretty unequivocal in the recent past regarding my distaste for the free newspapers which clog up any remaining space on London's public transport system. The reasons for my antipathy are legion: no actual news; reams of coverage of pointless twats and non-celebrities spilling out of sleazy nightclubs; vapid columns with titles such as 'City Boy on his Blackberry' and 'Gay bloke all over the shop'; sports writers with names like Kirk Blows (- he really does); their sheer relentless ubiquity forcing the now dignity-free Evening Standard into the most over-egged advertising campaign since... since... (*fails to think of single egg brand, aborts pun)

But today, as I picked up the Metro with the intention of tossing it disdainfully onto the floor to show it, if nobody else, that I cared not for it, I was stopped in my tracks by the cover story - the tragic tale of a man who had gone apeshit with jealousy, shot his girlfriend and murdered her Jehovah's Witness father. A bloody sad story I figured, and an unusual one to run on the front page in this climate of Ashes-Gate, Swine Flu-Gate and Michael Jackson is dead-Gate. A second look, however, and the mystery started to unravel...

The murderer's name? Jonathan Cock. *Cue voluble snigger, followed by unconvincing "that was a cough" cover up. The name of the family he went after? The Hustlers. *Cue full-on seal-howl, followed by the least convincing straight face in history.

Immediately, I felt a flush of guilt - what a bastard I'd been! But once I had gathered myself, I realised that maybe I wasn't so bad after all. These guys knew what they were doing when they placed Cock and the Hustlers front and centre of their paper. It wasn't the Metro's fault that Cock did what he did, but you could just visualise their staff giggling at the thought of people's grave faces splitting into creases of remorseful laughter. Actually, I applaud them for their naked disingenuousness.

The story reminded me of a similarly wretched tale I came across a couple of years back, also in the Metro, in which a man named Brahnie Scott was alleged to have hanged himself in a telephone box (!) because his girlfriend Julie Toddhunter (!!) had attempted to prevent him kissing her by deliberately eating some mustard (!!!). Turns out Scott really didn't like mustard. Again, there was death. Again, inevitably, there followed laughter.

As the comedian and actor Chris Addison points out in an interesting article in today's Grauniad, sometimes we need comedy to remove us from, and elevate us above the bleakness of certain situations. Michael Jackson's death is a recent example of a wave of crass (and frankly mostly unfunny) jokes helping to provide a more recognizably human context to what was a truly unexpected and unsettling event.

But this is Hot Rant, not Hot Cod Psychology (which sounds like either Steely Dan's fictional main jazz-funk rivals, or the most inexplicable Fish & Chip shop ever, depending on your preference). Maybe this is all beyond analysis, and it is simple - we can't help laughing at funny names and dead people. Or maybe I am just a total bastard. Yep, that sounds about right. In fact, I'll prove it by concluding with my favourite ever joke:

Q. What's the opposite of Christopher Reeve?
A. Christopher Walken.

(I'm going to hell.) AC

Cherry and Takanashi Masako wrestling Kana and Oikawa Chihiro

Well here is a kind of unusual video I found on Veoh of Cherry and Takanashi Masako wrestling Kana and Oikawa Chihiro.
The video was posted by apocalyptico77 and it happened at Union Night in Shikiba on 3-7-2009.
Why Takanashi Masako is wrestling in drag I have no idea (Shades of Santina Marella!).
Maybe someone out there can explain why he's doing this.
But if you kinda look past that, it's a pretty good match.
Of course any match Cherry or Kana is in is good.
: )
You can check out apocalyptico77's page here and see some more great Japanese wrestling, not just joshi either.


Watch Union Proresu - Cherry,Takanashi Masako vs Kana, Oikawa Chihiro in Sports | View More Free Videos Online at Veoh.com

Tank -如果我变成回忆


累了照惯例努力清醒着
也照惯例想你了
好怕一放心睡了
心跳在梦中不听话的就停止了

听着呼吸像浪潮拍动着
越没力越让我忐忑
我还能珍惜什么
如果我连自己的脉搏都难掌握

如果我变成回忆退出了这场生命
留下你错愕哭泣
我冰冷身体拥抱不了你
想到我让深爱的你人海孤独旅行
我会恨自己如此狠心

如果我变成回忆终于没那么幸运
没机会白著头发蹒跚牵着你看晚霞落尽
漫长时光总有一天你会伤心痊愈
若有人可以让他陪你我不怪你

快乐什么时候会结束呢
哪一刻是最后一刻
想把你紧紧抱着
可知你是我生命中的最舍不得

如果我变成回忆退出了这场生命
留下你错愕哭泣
我冰冷身体拥抱不了你
想到我让深爱的你人海孤独旅行
我会恨自己如此狠心

如果我变成回忆终于没那么幸运
没机会白着头发蹒跚牵着你看晚霞落尽
漫长时光总有一天你会伤心痊愈
若有人可以让他陪你

如果我变成回忆最怕我太不争气
顽固的赖在空气霸占你心里每一寸缝隙
原来依然爱我的你痛苦承受失去
这样不公平请你尽力把我忘记

Judging and Scoring in Muay Thai

Judging Thai fights is a much debated subject. It's a great way to score a battle between two fighters, but isn't incredibly easy to understand. So it isn't a surprise that other blogs and articles have tried to cover it.

Here are some reliable sources, from authority on TRADITIONAL MT judging Tony Myers, to help clear up your understanding.



What Techniques Score (Tony Myers)
http://www.muaythaionline.org/disciplines/judgetechniques.html

Key points:
*Must be a MT technique to score

*Can be any MT technique but must be visibly effective to score. The highest scoring is usually the technique that causes your opponent to end up on the floor

*Will not score if walked through, or countered with a equal or stronger technique

*Dominating the ring space can win you the round, and thus...

*Running away or tactics that show a lack of engagement in Muay Thai fashion (ex. grabbing ropes, falling on purpose when leg is caught) can cost you the round



How are the Fights Judged? (Tony Myers)
http://www.muaythaionline.org/disciplines/judgescored.html

Key Points
*Momentum counts: "although one boxer may begin strongly and dominate early in the fight, it's the finish that is important and a boxer behind early can be overtaken"

*Professional fights are judged as a whole and rounds don't have equal emphasis. Emphasis is given to a fighter finishing strongest over the last three rounds.
-R1 has the least significance and is often scored as a draw, and R2 may also be scored as such. Judges make note of the dominant boxer of these 2 rounds for reference.
-R3-5 are the most important, and in the case of a close fight the boxer who had the edge in the first two rounds will be awarded the win.



My Own 2 cents:
Often, we have people describing MT scoring to us by points. You'll hear that punches are worth 1, and kicks are worth 2...etc etc.

There is truth to that in the sense that kicks, elbows and knees are traditionally stronger and more damaging weapons than punches. So they generally score more favourably in Thailand. Punches can be just as devastating, but usually need a lot of visible effect for a Thai judge to score it as favourably as a body kick or knee.

So while MT judging follows no formal points system, this is why it is often explained as such and allows us westerners to conceptualize the scoring at a basic level.

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Keep in mind, this isn't how fights are necessarily scored all over the world by every organization, including the amateur ones we compete in. This is traditional scoring for fights in Thailand, which many MT enthusiasts are trying to make standard over-seas.

Animals there should be more of - Part 1

A series to run alongside Tom's famous 'Animals that should get extinct' serial. This will not focus on the merits of conservation efforts to save animals there actually should be more of (ie. lions, elephants, dodos etc.) but will rather be a more egotistically centered tirade aimed at animals that I think are cool, and more importantly animals that piss off or harm members of the human race that I do not like.


For example any species that attempts to harm Bear Grylls. Speaking of bears they probably top the list due to their good form in maiming idiots who climb into their enclosures, eating nutters who go and live with them and generally being 'bad ass mudas' who don't take no crap off of nobody. Honourable mentions go out to to tigers, primarily for the on stage mauling of Roy Horn. If you were forced to pose for this photo and had the power to openly savage one of the people involved how long before you cracked? He was asking for it. At least his reconstructive surgery was partially successful. Stingrays probably deserve a mention too. As much as I liked Steve Irwin, at least they went and put themselves on the map with that move. On the flip side, I fully agree with Tom that alligator snapping turtles deserve to go, if only for their inability to defeat a mentally retarded, American version of Steve Irwin.

A recent story to warm the hearts of those who thought that our animal friends had lost their edge was broken on Friday on the BBC. It seems a buzzard in Cornwall has taken a commendable dislike to joggers. At first one might have questioned the buzzards judicial judgment in attacking a man who was simply minding his own business having a run. We all dislike joggers and their smug ability to go running in circles for ages but was resorting to physical violence really necessary? Surely a warning swoop or a well-aimed defecation would have been enough of a warning. These questions seem pertinent until you delve deeper into the article and realise that the man was on holiday and had still gotten up at 9am to go running. The buzzard had indeed conducted a thorough threat assessment: this man is clearly a fanatic and drastic action was needed. Even now he has not been dissuaded from his insulting show of steely determination to engage in one of the boringest activities known to man. So determined is he to make all people who don't get up early every day to run back to where they started feel bad that he has vowed to continue. Thankfully he has admitted that "I decided not to take any chances and invested in a hat." I can't imagine this has done much to discourage the buzzard who must be licking its beak for round two.

In other news jumbo squid have invaded the shores of San Diego. Not only does this appeal to my irrational hatred of people who engage in water sports (ie. surfers) but further credence is added to the jumbo squid's case due to the fact that they seem to be acting like some kind of 1950s gang. Apparently swarms of them have been "roughing up" and "spooking" unsuspecting divers, which sort of makes them sound like some kind of underwater 'West Side Story' gang. They are also deemed to have a sensitive side, with one victim describing their "doleful, expressive eyes". Another witness said that their eyes looked "all-seeing, all-knowing", which raises the question of what the fuck squid can actually know? And, if indeed they are all-knowing, what fucking use does it does them, seeing as they only seem able to swim around pissing off divers. If indeed these all knowing squids have deemed this the meaning of life, then maybe I may become slightly more open towards the idea of religion and a God who is presumably as vindictive and petty as me. FC

Fighter Profile: Lamnamoon Sor Sumalee

Lamnamoon Sor Sumalee
1972
Nickname: Telephone pole knees (seriously...that's what it is)
Titles: several weight class Lumpini titles

For a great write up on Lamnamoon's career: http://news.axkickboxing.com/article?id=135

Videos:

Lamnamoon has some very technical bouts, as well as some absolute wars

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2gaE4IReagY&feature=channel_page

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cp0QwMDOSes

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=seDh4ZAcoyc

Back! - Top Picks; Jumper & Dressage Horses

Hello all, I went on a short hiatus...Actually lasting longer then I had anticipated. But, I am now back!

And with that, I have my two weekly picks for show jumping and Dressage horses.

Meet "Graf Granini" a 9 year old gelding by Graf Grannus.
A beautiful black Hanoverian gelding, "Granini has a fantastic technique, and is currently competing 1.30m with scope and potential to do more." - Foxhill Sporthorses.

Although I primarily focus on showing Warmbloods and Thoroughbreds on CO, I'm a huge fan of any horse that excels and is a true representation of it's sport! So with that said, I'd also like to introduce...

Madison County a Prix St. George Schoolmaster. And yes, this horse is for sale!

Fight Video: Karuhat Sor Supawon vs Nungubon Sitlergchai

2 of the most technical little guys from the golden era going at it

Watch: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5dQ195B8WM

My First Time Featured In Someone's Treasury!!

I just found out that my brand new Luscious Lilac earrings were selected by Ozzana's website from London, England to be in her "All Things Purple" treasury!! It is my first time being selected for a treasury and I am quite pleased and excited!! Thank you Ozzana!!

http://www.etsy.com/treasury_list.php?room_id=70989

Arash's List of Camping Essentials

A lot of posts today!

Here it is, the camping list: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=6028OLRN

There is also an identical list posted in our class for reference!

Facebook Friends and High School Reunions

Hi people, sorry for the relative lack of action on the blog this week. Been a busy time. should be back to normal in the coming days. Just a stop gap post for now, something short, and again stolen from Fazed.org.


This link will take you to a hot rant from a self confessed geek, berating his former high school bullies for now trying to add him as a friend on facebook. The whole 'why do people who I'm not friends with add me on facebook' rant is rapidly becoming one of the most overplayed social conventions of our time, possibly set to rival talking about the weather as the most common conversation to have with people you don't know. Ironically, this type of inane chatter (which is usually along the lines of "are you on facebook?", "so am I, it's great but gets a bit much, doesn't it?", "Yeah people I haven't seen in years and didn't even like back then keep adding me as a friend. "Yeah! Me too, what is it with them") is usually conducted with a person you don't know / haven't seen in a while / certainly don't want to be actual friends with and culminates, more often than not, in you both going home and adding each other on said website.

That said the blog post is well worth a read. It's a very eloquent riposte to the insultingly hypocritical attempts by his bullies to be all matey a few years down the line (much like the rudeboys who would rob you and then immediately after say "safe" and try to give you a terrorist fist jab). That and it is positively simmering with barely repressed nerd rage, which is never a bad thing.

The comments are also worth reading. Number 34 is a particular favorite:

Wow. Your story makes me really glad that I went to a small private school where academic achievement was actually valued (by teachers and students both), and abuse of that sort was not tolerated. If I heard of someone getting their fingers intentionally broken by another student at my old HS, I would be shocked. And that student would certainly be "told on" by other students and "asked to withdraw" immediately. What you went through is fucked up, Mark, and for the sake of everyone else, I hope that is well outside the norm even in large public schools.
Posted by: Uncephalized

Ahh, private schools. I love the idea of being "asked to withdraw" for purposely breaking someone's finger:

Dear Johnny,

You have been caught making Swastikas out of fire and breaking little Mark's finger to see what it sounded like. While your inventiveness and curiosity is to be commended you have been thoroughly 'told on' by your fellow students. A full blown expulsion would be far too embarrassing for all concerned so we are kindly asking you to withdraw from our establishment. Lets hope this does not happen again, even in those filthy large public schools you will now be attending. Say hello to your father.

Yours sincerely,

The Headmaster.

FC

Takashi Matsunaga, All Japan Women's Pro-Wrestling

Takashi Matsunaga who founded All Japan Women's Pro-Wrestling back in 1968 along with his brothers, passed away last Saturday.

Takashi was 73 years old.

Before founding "Zenjo", he had been the promoter, business manager and trainer for All Japan Women's Pro-Wrestling Federation.

Takashi Matsunaga was one of the most important figures in women's pro wrestling, helping to elevate Joshi Puroresu in Japan.

YUMT's previous, current and up and coming fighters will be listed here:

	Nic Du Preez Current Fight Weight: 145-155 Fights: 7 amateur fights fights and demos gallery:
	Brian Trinh Current Fight Weight: 175lbs Fights: 4 amateur fights fights and demos gallery:
	Cam Tang Poy Current Fight Weight: 115-125lbs Fights: 3 amateur fights fights and demos gallery:
	Serge Reznikov Current Fight Weight: 155-160lbs Fights: 2 amateur fights fights and demos gallery:
	Arash Rad Current Fight Weight: 175 lbs 1 amateur fight fights and demos gallery: